
Look at me. I am serious and dramatically lit. And my hair is tragically short. Willow, won't you weep for me?

No willows? How about tulips? O tulips, will you weep for my wistful hairstyle?

No tears...? Fine, then. Guess what I'm doing, huh? I'm not not eating tulips, that's what.
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Getting (slowly) through everything. All outstanding Big Game orders should go out tomorrow. I've been designing a broadside for the BAP series. Kind of silly and fun. Non fiction and manga keep me happy. I'm reading my umpteenth book on type design. Someday I will be able to remember the differences between leading, tracking, and kerning, and exactly how much of an inch a pica is, and be able to tell Garamond from Baskerville at 100 paces. I like Garamond better. Its serifs are friendlier, rougher and more organic.
Dana Ward is reading at Ruthless Grip this Saturday. Yay! I will be interested to hear him read; I have been admiring his work from afar for years.
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This weeked: framing many many broadsides and an overdue haircut. Still thinking about getting a tattoo. It's weird, but it seems like it would help. I watch Miami Ink a lot (or at least I did until the channel became possessed by some kind of audio problem that renders everyone's voices mute, and makes the background music really really loud), and it always interests me how many people come to get tattoos as a way of making peace with something: commemorating their loved ones, or making a statement for themselves about putting a part of the past away. Although tattooed people are certainly of my acquaintance, I have never really asked anyone why they got one.
Tonight I am going to try to work on poetry for the first time in a very long time. Applies to Oranges, with its themes of loss, alienation, and miscommunication seems more relevant than ever, although I can't tell anymore whether I identify more with the narrator, stuck on his podunk island among his ruined orchards, or the unnamed You that he apostrophes, out there, somewhere, and no idea why he/she left.
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Clean my filthy hovel
Read non-fiction
Continue furtively reading manga
Work on Applies to Oranges
Desultorily practice the harmonica
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